Wednesday 29 September
On the upside I'm good at a host of other things, even stuff like sport and art. Woah, I just came to the realisation that (as of this week) I'm somebody who's really into health and art which is like the polar opposite of where I started as a child who really liked academic stuff like reading and writing. In fact if my childhood self were here she'd probably consider my older self as quite stupid. She never did understand teenagers. If my childhood self were here we'd probably talk about science. It would be so cool to tell her all the stuff I've learnt since I ceased being her. And all the extra stuff I know about Star Wars! I suppose we still do have a fair bit in common. I doubt she would understand why I can't write.

Wednesday 29 September
I just had the misfortune of going through a pile of papers from highschool and it was horrible. I write like an idiot, it's embarrassing. I just don't understand why I can't express myself in the way that I want to.

Tuesday 28 September
It finally happened. Today I got sick of Savage Garden. Through some weird accident of nature the radio at work won't register 4zZz, but has absolutely perfect reception of 97.3. Usually I can handle this by holding onto the hope that they'll play a semi-decent song at least twice a day, but by about 11:00 this morning enough was enough*. During my lunch break (which I took at the unprecedented time of 11:30) I marched over to Skinny's and purchased CD's. Fortunately my friend Belly was working. He quite happily agreed to change my life with music and in the process reminded me of all the must-have CD's I'd been meaning to buy. I am now the proud owner of both a Modest Mouse and an Interpol album, both in that greasey "the second last album" spectrum that I seem to enjoy. I don't know if I somehow subconsciously think that if I buy the second to latest album people will like me more or if I genuinely can only have an affection for an album if it's been followed by something worse. Belly also recommended a Guided By Voices best of, which I haven't quite gotten into yet (First impression: kind of boring. It should be noted that my first impressions are never particularly positive) and gave me two Silkworm albums and two samplers that he thought I might enjoy. I am well musiced up.

*It should be noted that I start work at 10:30. Also it should be noted that this one time 97.3 played this really awesome Bhangra song and it made me really happy. Every day I think "today might be the day when that happens again." It never is.

Monday 27 September
Centrelink makes me unreasonably angry. I just want to kill everyone in the world when I think about how much I hate them. I really want to set fire to their offices, but then a whole bunch of people who actually made it through the insane obstacle course that is Centrelink would be without payment and that would be uncool. So instead... anger!

Recent news is... beauty products, broken glasses, a feast last night with work and seeing Sgee a lot lately. I like that boy. Oh yes and a general announcement: if you were that person who I smiled at while I was fixing my bike in Toowong and we happen to be good friends, then I'm really sorry that I didn't come over and talk to you. I recently broke my glasses and I had no idea who you were or why you were smiling at me. You seemed nice though and I would have very much liked to talked to you. I just... didn't.

Write five non-inflammatory things about people that you know, without mentioning their names.

1. You have nice hair.

2. I am staying at your house this Thursday.

3. Your futon makes for comfortable sleeping.

4. You are a drummer.

5. I am about to call you on the telephone.

Tell five lies about the same people, in the same order.

1. Last night I read your highschool journal. You were disgraced at the prom!

2. One time we were swimming and you jumped in the deep end. Then an octopus came up from the filter and strangled your dog. We laughed and laughed.

3. Kelvin Ruttidge is your best friend. Fucking communist.

4. This one time you were the poster boy for the olympic games. You were so dreamy.

5. One time you confided in me that you wanted to be a policeman. You would never admit that now.

Without revealing their identity, write an acrostic poem on each person. It is acceptable to steal these acrostic poems from popular TV shows.

F is for the fun we have together
R is for the rummy that we play
A is for the answers to my questions and
N is for the nasal things you say.

Funny thing about
R is his tendency to
Open cupboard doors
Gallantly
Oh weird, I just wrote into google "acrostic poem ronnie" and the tenth entry was:
Amuseling
... Ten of the people who were at the party were Ben Grace Chloe Woodley Eric Robert Talulah Sgee Jo Hillary An acrostic poem to easily ... posted by Ronnie @ 10:25 ...
http://home.earthlink.net/~jesmith/Halloween01.html - 58k - Cached - Similar pages

And that concludes acrostic fun.

Tuesday 14 September
I can't wait until the summer! I plan to go the beach plenty. I think summer nay-sayers underestimate the enjoyment one can have while sweating.
In unrelated news... I guess I have news. Not really. I've stayed at home all week which is kind of weird. I've eaten practically every last vegetable in the house (except for gross vegetables like tomatoes and we have plenty of avacado left thank goodness) which means I've had to move onto eating fruit with my pita bread. It is delicious! I do love eating well. I think eating and this assignment have been my main concerns of late. Not too shabby at all.
Oh yes, I have officially caught a million buses - a bus driver actually recognised me! I talked to him on his first day without a supervisor and he remembered me. From Indooroopilly home I rode in the wide seat at the front and watched the highway in friendly silence with him.

Monday 13 September
I just checked the results for my mid-term exam in sociology and future societies and I got 23 out of 25. Holy fucking hell. That makes me (and the other person who got that mark) top of the class. I was not expecting that. Right on!

Wednesday 8 September
In other disturbing habits, I've started reading my own journal.

Wednesday 8 September
I wonder if when they help me "define my personality" I'll lose my habit of picking up other people's modes of speech? Because if you follow thinking like that through you come to the question "what, then, is the Chloe mode of speech?" I reckon it'll be a lot like Bozzy's. An educated, Australian, female accent. That'd be alright. Now there's a mode of speech that's only mildly affected by those around me. I don't reckon I'll end up with her personality, though. That doesn't seem right somehow. It'll be cool finding "who I am" and all that. It's kind of exciting to think that at the end of this I'll end up with a personality all my own. It is up to you to decide whether I am making fun of the process.

Funny, this post was partly written in the poor English of my Ipswich days. The post-realisation editing was written in a more upper-class tone. I reckon the Ipswich thing followed the thought that maybe I'd go back to that accent, even though I don't think I will. As a matter of interest I am going to italicise what I consider the "Ipswich" or "poorly written" sentences.

Wednesday 8 September

Am I:

a) doing my assignment

b) playing snake and listening to my sister's playlist which I will now refer to as "the extreme edge of 97.3"

???

I remember when I first read Grace's online journal and I thought it was so good that I wanted to stop writing my own.

Tuesday 7 September
The most exciting thing that has happened to me lately is finding out that Ronnie uses Earth's Choice cleaning products. Why? Because he's specifically concerned about household germs building resistance to Earth's Choice's hospital grade equivalent. Thank you Ronnie, this means a lot to me.